Selena looked up at me, her hazel eyes sparking with fury. “Mr… Brandon, fine, whatever. You need to get out of here. I’m not even dressed.”
I shrugged but didn’t budge. “If you ask me, you’re far too dressed for my taste.”
“I’ve only got my underwear on!” She surged forward, but I grabbed one of her wrists loosely between my fingers. “Let go.”
“I don’t want to, and you know you don’t either. Ever since that kiss, Selena, you’re all I can think about, and I know you must feel the same. I can fucking well bet on it because if you had any other feelings—wanted anything else—you’d have told HR you weren’t interested, given me the sign you wanted me to fuck right off, but you haven’t.”
She clenched her jaw yet it still took her a while to speak. “I don’t want to hurt Tammy.”
With my free hand, I pushed her dark bob back from her cheeks. “You didn’t say you didn’t want this.”
“I do want this.” Her voice hit a husky tenor when she spoke. “You’re not wrong. I’ve thought about this since the interview. Fuck, I’ve dreamed about it. But I can’t hurt Tammy, and I won’t.”
Leaning down, I kissed her again. She tasted of mint and smelled of strawberries. My cock was harder than fucking rock and tenting up my slacks. My dick knew what it wanted, and I wasn’t one to object, not with how delicious she tasted, how appealing she smelled. How everything about her made me crave her like a damn drug.
She responded, her tongue deep in my mouth, massaging my own. Her tiny body was pressed against mine until my cock dug into her belly, even under the fabric of my slacks. She moaned, and then yanked her head back.
“I can’t do this. I don’t… I can’t hurt Tammy, no matter what.”
“But we both want this. We can keep it quiet. No one ever has to know.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, the fire rising in them like a wild cat. She slapped my cheek with her free hand. It stung, but I ignored the way her hand bit into the flesh of my cheek. “I can’t.”
I grabbed her other wrist and, tilting forward, whispered into her ear, “You want me. You took my offer. I want you.” I ground my hips against hers to make my point. “We don’t have to worry about anyone finding out. We’ll be furtive. Be a big secret—whatever spares Tammy and keeps your first internship spotless. I promise. Tiger, come on. What do you have to lose?”
She stilled but swallowed hard. I could see some of the fire was drained out of her gaze; some of that anger and frustration. “I don’t know what I want. I know this isn’t right.”
“But it can feel so good,” I promised. “Don’t you want to at least have a taste of what you’re giving up? How can you make up your mind, if you don’t feel everything I’m offering?”
Selena bit her lower lip and regarded me, her eyes roving over every inch of my face. “I don’t know.”
“Then we can strike a deal, Tiger. Let me give you a real taste of what you want. If you don’t like what happens between us, fine. You can walk away. I won’t say anything, won’t look you up again. But after I make you come, leave you screaming my name… If you still like it, then we explore everything between us. That seems like a fair deal, Tiger, doesn’t it?”
She licked her lips again and leaned against the mirror. “It does sound tempting.”
I dropped both her wrists and chuckled. “It sounds more than that. I’m offering you the keys to the kingdom, and you know that. All I want, Selena, is permission to fuck you rotten. Isn’t that what you really want? I can see you crossing one leg over the other while you stand as if you can keep your clit from pounding out for me. You know you fucking well can’t, so let me make you come, baby. It’ll be the smartest choice you’ll ever make.”
And if we keep it from my daughter, it’ll have absolutely no repercussions. It’ll be perfect.
Selena nodded. “Alright, but if I tell you we’re done after this, you have to respect that.”
“Tiger, I know that once you have a taste, you’ll be on your knees for me anytime I damn well ask,” I said. It probably came out a bit like a threat; maybe it was. I could make any woman cream herself, and with someone as delectable as Selena, as my tiger, I wouldn’t be happy until I had her screaming my name.
Gathering in close to her, I slipped off her bra. Her breasts were fucking fantastic—perfectly rounded but not fake or too large in a wannabe porn star way. I’d had far too many women in New York who’d Frankensteined themselves with Boto
x and other treatments. My hands found their way to her soft tits, and I moaned my pleasure as I caressed them. No saline here; completely perfect and completely hers. They were glorious.
“You’re a fucking revelation, Tiger. Do you realize that?”
Her breath was harsh and ragged. I wasn’t sure, with my hands working over her, if she could even think, let alone talk. Not that I cared. Her gasps of pleasure made my cock harden to a level I didn’t know possible. I was going to make her orgasm, and then I’d get her to pleasure me; give me everything I’d ever wanted.
I moved my right hand lower and skimmed over her belly button, then onwards to the top of her hips. I traced a hand over the soft curls that poked out under the hem of her tiny, lacy panties. Then I yanked hard against the waist band. The panties snapped, and I grinned at my success.
I never lost my touch.
She yipped when she realized what I’d done. “You ruined them! What am I supposed to do now?”
“Don’t wear them. They’re overrated anyway.”